I love your differentness; that you are an outsider to the mainstream. I love that you are out of sync with the modern world, and don't really fit into it--like you were born in the wrong age. I don't love the pain that you've experienced because of that, but I love the person you've become as a result of it. I love your hidden brokenness and your secret woundedness, that nobody sees until they begin to get close to you, and maybe most not even then. A wounded and hurting person recognizes another. Maybe it was this that drew us together in the first place. I love all the things about you that I don't know yet. You are, to me, an endless delight of mystery and discovery, that I want to spend the rest of my life exploring, learning, and loving.